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But nobody came.
You decide to return to 470.
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An anecdote to pass the time:
In the deepest darkness, terrifying things are prowling… You really don’t want to know what…
But if you’re curious, try this: go down into the depths and put out every light… Unless you’re a Dwarf. For some unknown reason, those things won’t come near Dwarves. The smell, the malicious tongues say.